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down the school from the mulla in the village. they went to his house and arrested him and they're a waiting trial in kabul and will probably get 6 - 8 years. two days later think did open up the school and even had another inauguration for the school because they said we want our kids to go to school. there are about 18 schools - she's got the facts. there's 18 girls that are not going to school and we set up what's called displaced girls school but the rest of the kid have come back here and i think if if quest we can give those k the support they need for education i think things could really make a difference. this is another school. this is in a remote area of north afghanistan.
the first day of school there was registration day and the kids came to register for school and noticed as i walked i looked down at their chinese rubber boots and flip flops and i kept looking at the ground seeing those little impressions of their prints and i thought back to 1969 when neil armstrong stepped on the moon and said one small step for man and one giant leap for mankind. one tiefu tiny little print for girl walking in the dirt but years later, dozens of other girls will be behind her and eventually hundreds and it will be one giant leap for they're community. it really was the peaks that first brought me there but the people that bring me back again.
when i got to corefa in the spring. kanle was very sad. his wife passed away. first we embrace each other and there's dust flying around and tiers in our ayes and then we go over to the local graveyard. as we walked to the graveyard we saw her buried in the box in the ground facing the sunset. and out of sentiment he said without her, i'm nothing and then he said something that i would never forget. he said very soon you're going to be standing here and i'm going to be in the ground. and he kind of chuckled and i didn't think that was very funny because i lost my father in his 40's from cancer in 1981 and my sister and you know all of us have lost somebody close to us
and you never get over that loss. and when we're looking down at the ground, he said when that moment happens, did i say that already? soon i'll be in the ground and he chuckled and he said when that moment happens and you come to see me the ground you'll be very sad but i want you to do one thing, listen to the wind. and i got back in october of 2001ened i was in pakistan around that very hard period called 911. after that the united states state department and embassy wanted to evacuate all united states citizens out of pakistan saying it's dangerous here but i had a lot of work to get done so. i called my wife and asked her what should i do and she said stay there with the people you love.
finish up your work because you need to be over there right now. and when i was in pakistan after 911, everywhere i went i was touched by outpouring of empathy and hospitality. i remember a poor elderly widow that brought me five precious eggs and pushed them in my palm and said bring these back to the widows in new york suffering. this is all i have to share with them. i was invited for prayers of piecen the mosque and every whether i went people apologized even though they didn't have anything to do with it. finally it came time and i went back and when i got to corefa, hangele had passed away. i went to his grave and stood there look at his box in the ground and thought, how can i go on, this man had become my father, mentor and guide.
he told me to sit down and be quiet and take a bath and so many things. and then i remembered what he said. he said to listen to the wind. and i listened to the wind and in the wind i heard the voices of the children in the school and i remembered and realized his legacy and vision for education came true. and i also realized after a decade i had finally come full circle and i hadn't found the field of dreams in a corn field in iowa and i hadn't found the field of dreams at the top of,k 2 but i found the field of dreams in a place in a dusty field in a place called corefa in pakistan. amir you want to come up here. >> ♪ i see young boy. etching letters in the sand.